Chapter 133

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Chapter 133: Concept of Remote-Controlled Puppets

At that moment, the lava had already covered the entire battlefield.

Xu Gang continued his spellcasting when a massive hammer came crashing down from the sky, aiming directly at him.

‘Boom~’

Unable to dodge, Xu Gang was instantly turned into a cloud of Blood Mist. However, the lava in the training hall continued to churn, and countless evil spirits emerged from beneath the molten surface, charging toward Lin Changyu.

Xu Yuexian, watching from the sidelines, smiled faintly. According to Xu Fan, a cannon platform that stands in the open isn’t a good cannon platform.

Sometimes, she wondered if Xu Fan had truly shared all his secret techniques with her. Ever since he reached the Golden Core stage, she could never locate his true form during their sparring sessions.

Meanwhile, the Core Formation stage cultivators observing the battle had their eyes light up.

A realm of law, boundless avatars—this was something only possible at the Nascent Soul stage.

Such secret techniques were beyond even their grasp. It seemed the Creation Spirit Master from this hidden small sect was at least at the ‘domain’ level.

The two Core Formation cultivators exchanged glances, their thoughts mirrored in each other’s eyes.

They both realized they needed to find this Creation Spirit Master and prepare gifts for a visit. A Creation Spirit Master of this caliber was a rarity across the central continent, holding a status comparable to the Great Ascension stage.

Now, the two Core Formation cultivators finally understood why this family of three had been reluctant to join Qianling Sect.

The Void Refinement stage cultivator also recognized the situation and felt a chill run down his spine. Thankfully, he hadn’t resorted to underhanded tactics to force them into the sect.

Inside the training hall, Lin Changyu swung his giant hammer, smashing through the lava spirits while secretly searching for Xu Gang’s location.

Hiding in the shadows, Xu Gang felt a headache coming on. How could he make it seem like he was giving his all to win?

Meanwhile, above the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake, Xu Fan suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

“Why do I feel like someone’s plotting against me?” Xu Fan muttered, feeling annoyed. There shouldn’t be many people out there who’d have him on their minds.

As the battle raged on, Xu Gang used all his weaker techniques, feeling the timing was right, and then revealed himself midair.

‘Hell of Ten Thousand Snakes’

After casting the spell, Xu Gang pretended to be completely drained, his face pale.

Suddenly, the lava in the training hall began to churn violently, transforming into massive snakes that coiled around Lin Changyu, who was in his three-zhang true form.

Lin Changyu felt an overwhelming pressure; his three-zhang true form was on the verge of shattering. With no other choice, he stopped resisting and reluctantly said, “I concede.”

Instantly, all the lava was sucked back underground, and the training hall returned to its original state.

Xu Yuexian, watching from the sidelines, facepalmed. Her older brother had brought his habit of restoring the battlefield after sparring into this situation, cleaning up the mess immediately after the fight.

“Senior, it was a close victory,” Xu Gang said, his face still slightly pale.

At this point, the Void Refinement stage cultivator set aside his dismissive attitude.

“Kid, there’s one last match. Rest up and be ready for tomorrow.”

“Regardless of the outcome tomorrow, I’ll consider it my loss. Your child deserves a better master than me,” the Void Refinement stage cultivator said somberly. He had hoped to find a perfect disciple, but it seemed the opponent was even more formidable.

“Alright,” Xu Gang replied simply, without any unnecessary words.

Initially, the Void Refinement stage cultivator had planned to let the matter drop. Xu Gang’s displayed strength was far beyond what an ordinary small sect could produce, and forcing them into the sect could lead to trouble.

But just as he was about to give up, his Core Formation stage superior spoke up, insisting that after the final match tomorrow, they should prepare gifts as compensation to avoid any potential resentment.

As for why they had to finish the fight, they realized that this person from the Hidden Small Sect hadn’t fully enjoyed the experience.

On the surface of the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake, Xu Fan stared at the now-vanished screen for a long time. Just moments ago, while watching the live broadcast, he had thought that this immortal-like communication artifact transmitted data quite quickly.

But then he remembered the unusual project applications submitted by some eccentric disciples a few days ago, which sparked a great idea in him.

Since the entire central continent had signal coverage, why not create a puppet that could act in his place? As long as the signal transmission continued, he could control the puppet and play and fight throughout the entire central continent like a game.

Xu Fan clapped his hands, forgetting about feeding the turtles and his studies in the way of beast taming.

“Let’s go, back to the training hall.”

A cloud appeared, and he flew toward the main peak of Hidden Spirit Island.

Meanwhile, a group of turtles waiting for food beneath the lake’s surface wondered: ???

“No feeding today?”

In the training hall, Xu Fan directly activated the illusion, immersing his siblings in a sea of knowledge.

Brother Lei Ren studied Basic Forging, while sister Lei Wenxi learned about the properties and origins of spiritual herbs.

In the training hall, Xu Fan also delved into the world of illusions. A massive puppet appeared in midair, and Xu Fan simulated adding various components to it.

Although the remotely controlled puppet was a puppet, if he truly wanted it to fight—especially to be controlled by others—it needed significant modifications.

Before long, a new puppet capable of receiving signals and being controlled appeared before Xu Fan.

“Grape, check it out and see how powerful this signal-receiving puppet is,” Xu Fan said.

“Worthless. The signal reception is too limited; it only reaches the level of leisurely strolls. For combat, once it exceeds the Golden Core level, it will easily lose signal due to force field disruption,” the electronic voice replied.

Xu Fan was not surprised; this was merely a conceptual puppet, and achieving success would likely require many revisions.

It only established a prototype, and later, he would need Grape to optimize it.

“Optimize it. Solve these major issues, and I’ll grant you ten percent of the computing power,” Xu Fan commanded. This was the correct way to utilize Grape.

“Received.”

In an instant, the information in the illusion world was received by Grape, and the evolution began.

The next day, while discussing how to optimize the puppet with Grape, a virtual screen appeared.

On the screen, Xu Gang was exchanging powerful attacks with a genius-level disciple from Qianling Sect.

“A cannon platform duel is pointless; in the end, it comes down to who has more spiritual energy and stronger techniques.”

At that moment, Xu Gang was locked in a clash of techniques with a genius-level disciple from Qianling Sect, and they were fighting within the artifact space of a Core Formation stage cultivator, which was about the size of a small town.

The Qianling Sect genius’s eyes were filled with battle intent as he unleashed one powerful technique after another, which he rarely used in everyday life.

Behind him appeared an infinite ocean phantom, surrounded by countless true spirits formed by his techniques.

Endless towering waves crashed toward Xu Gang, one after another.

If the area for the Qianling Sect genius represented the ocean, then Xu Gang’s realm was a world of fire and lava.

“You’re the first person at my level who can make me enjoy myself,” the genius disciple said.